Flying on a Broom

     

Or: My first house cleansing and blessing for someone other than myself

Flight school by Jennifer Meyers

On Failure and Creativity

It bears repeating. Thank you Sia for the nudge.

J.K. Rowling Speaks at Harvard Commencement from Harvard Magazine on Vimeo.

Down the Primrose Path

It’s February 5th People and the daffodil is going to pop any day now. The crocus haven’t even popped except one here or there. It was 60 degrees today and it was a much needed balm for my tired self. Sunny, window open. Aaaah!

Good News

Finally all the tests are in.  Not Celiac Disease, not iron deficient. We’re going with Dyspepsia (dyspepsia is a medical condition characterized by chronic or recurrent pain in the upper abdomen, upper abdominal fullness and feeling full earlier than expected when eating. It can be accompanied by bloating, belching, nausea or heartburn).  The Sooper Strength antacids seem to be helping things and I’m going back to eating as few grain based foods as Ican for now, especially ones that contain yeast as that factor really takes things over the top.   My insurance changed so it cost me far more than I expected but it’s still a long shot less than I would have had to pay and I’ve made my deductible already.  *sigh*

Now I have to find a way to pay for Miss Mitty’s teeth cleaning next week. She has terrible plaque, hoping that they don’t have to pull any or many teeth.  They said I should do it this year, last year, but I think I should have done it back then.  She’s lost a pound this year and she was never a large cat (she weighs 6.8 pounds right now, they would like to see 9 or 10) and HER blood lab tests came back with normal for kidney and thyroid so the vet is hoping it is her teeth and that this will help her eat more and put on weight.  But it’s high normal on the kidneys so I have to pay for special hydration during the cleaning.  Yay! *sigh*

He won’t listen that I know she’s lost a pound because she and I used to live together alone in a little “cottage” in the woods where we both were really happy. It was her safe haven after being rescued from whatever hell it was and mine too.  For over a year now, we’ve been in other people’s homes and neither of us is comfortable. She spends a lot of time under my bed and only comes out in the afternoon when I return (and on weekends too, even though I’m home in the morning).  She eats when I’m right there  guarding her and not much other times.  And then she will go back under the bed, let out an awful yowl and then nothing until I go to bed and she hops up by my pillow.  A good night is when she stays out and hangs with me as I sew or read.

I’ve got a slew of resumes out for some very good jobs at the UW, none of which have anything to do with reading a professors emails all day and managing their calendars.  It’s herding cats, what job isn’t, but it’s a different kind of cat.  I’m also certain that working in a psych clinic that deals with very extreme cases is accumlating energy so working on somethings that will help keep at least my office clear.  Mercury and Lakshmi have their places here so that helps.  Mitty and I both need me to get more hours and more pay so that I can save for moving into a place of our own and retirement because that’s all gone.

Working the juju for protection and good fortune in work.  I’m doing better at work, I’ve decided that anything the boss gives me that I can work on I will and I won’t listen to her unkind comments about me as a person.  That’s working and I can stand this because somehow I’ve found detachment.

Practicing the drawing

I have come so far and yet have so far to go…  But my Book of Shadows is a labor of love and I don’t have to worry about anyone liking my illustrations but me.  And I do.  I’ve always loved to draw, am okay at it, it’s fun.  It makes me feel good.  I always thought I wanted to do this, illustrate a Book of Shadows but the test is the doing when you get the chance. Yay! Doing it.

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Girl Cells

What Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues, at a conference in India.  This won’t embed but it’s so worth the click:

Embrace Your Inner Girl

Cancer This Week – Healing

I wonder if you can you handle this much healing intensity, Cancerian. The possibilities for transforming difficult parts of your life are substantial. I’ll name a few ways this could play out: 1. A confusing riddle may be partially solved through a semi-divine intervention. 2. A sore spot could be soothed thanks to the power of your curiosity. 3. An ignorance that has caused you pain may be illuminated, allowing you to suffer less. 4. If you can summon the capacity to generously tolerate uncertainty, you may find and rehabilitate an orphaned part of your life. I’m not saying for sure that any of this stuff will happen, but the odds are favorable that at least one will.

Healing!  Well well well.  Although it’s obvious he’s talking about inner emotional healing, I’m thinking healing in general is a good thing right now.

I’ll be keeping my eyes open…  Especially on #3.  As for #4 since I’m used to uncertainty and at least tolerate it but certainly know it’s healing potential, I’m watching…  I’ll take any of them.

Breathe Again Part 3

Doc agrees, time to start a blood pressure med.  Since neither of our machines can be trusted I’m to go to Bartell’s or RiteAid once a week and take my blood pressure and send her the results in a month. Another mild diuretic to add to the two I’m already taking.  Water Water everywhere and the bathroom is my new best friend.  *sigh*

Pap normal.  Thank the Goddess.

Celia results still pending.

Iron deficiency due to a period every 3 weeks.  But now it’s been 4 weeks and no tenderness, no cramping, no crazy, oh please make this dry spell last a long time.  So another blood test at my convenience to test iron specifically.  Supposed to eat bananas, which I seriously, truly detest, so going to try taking potassium supplements.

Bloody Machines

Because I live with my parents, it might not be a surprise that we have a blood pressure machine.  In fact, we have 4 blood pressure machines.  My dad looses something, can’t find it, goes and buys another one.  I know. We live in a world of kinda crazy half the time.  He must have 10 pairs of reading glasses and we found 6 flashlights. It’s why we cut him off, some of his excesses were much more costly than $15 or $50.  The details of aging, of hypochondria, fear, health paranoia runs rampant in this household.

I got a blood pressure reading 30 minutes ago that was 180/111 using one of their machines.  Which is a danger sign, serious danger sign.  Call your doctor or 911 now!!  So I did.  In tears.  I can’t take this, what am I to do. And then it occurs to me.  Try another machine.  Even though they said to wait 30 minutes after relaxing and take it again, I took it right away. It would tell me if it was the machine.

155/99

It’s the machine.

MUCH better.  High, we might have to do something, but not immediately life threatening.  Jeeeeeeezuz.  The other machine has been giving me faulty readings and for four days I was flabbergasted that my system was in such bad shape.  Since high blood pressure is a silent killer, there are no symptoms, I was pretty worried.  I almost didn’t go to work this morning I was so upset.  The only way to know if you have high blood pressure is to put on the cuff and get a reading.

Thank you Lady for the frustration and the freakout with gave the lightbulb moment and the insight to try another machine.  I’ve suggested to my mom that we dispose of the other one.  That is the Scare-O-Meter.

Going to take a long hot bath now that I know it won’t kill me dead.

Imbolc

How are EWE?

As in all things, I’m going to persevere, I’m going to be well, I am well already. The better job with happy people is coming. The place where I can rest and yet work is almost here.

She approacheth.

There are three little crocii poking their heads up in our garden and some of the wild cherry is blooming already. The coven Imbolc circle is Wednesday.

Tonight I go home to bathe and relax and welcome in the spring with candle light and incense, soft robes, warm blankets, soft lights, perhaps a stitch or two. And a cup of tea, always tea.

This year is the beginning of the Honey Years and it’s only right that now, at Imbolc, I shall arise as the Goddess and bless myself, nurture and help myself grow, feed myself, and bathe myself. This year is all about me. It is about working on my food addictions, my free and happy self, my physical movement. My wings are unfolding, I can breathe, my heart is joyous and easy.

Health! Healing! Abundance! Wealth! Joy! Freedom! Love!

So Mote It  Be.